Veil of Clouds
Strange was the feeling
Drawn from my being
Reluctant amid goading
Uncertain of friend's meaning.
I wish to know the fellow
Beyond words can bestow
My mind ordered to follow
The muted heart so hallow.
Anticipating response
I would be a nuisance
But the kind cognizance
Manifest amity of acceptance.
I will not fit to imagination
Whilst peculiar trait in combination
Only meant eloquent introduction
Yet curtailed by slow motion.
An enigma, I may be
Albeit not, you will see
The more you come to know me
I'm a reality, you'll agree.
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